Home (in your word play)

What are we running away from?

The inevitable mistakes human made;

The comfort of love making;

The nature of taking care of each other.

If ever apologizing is forbid

And I am never trully a saint,

Will you still be here?

Or are we still running?

Baby, I know how scary the future might look. I, too terrified.

But if we get through this time,

I can't promise it would be all calm waves ahead of us;

I can't provide you glitters and butterflies;

At least we have each others' arms to keep.

Once again, welcome back to the unstable yet progressing haven of us called home (for
which only god knows on what pace are we progressing).

At least we

Tried,

Tried,

Tried,

Tired